SO WHATS UP WITH ME

In roughly 27 minutes, it shall be August 1st.

At which point, there shall be 15 more days until band camp, and thus 25 more days until the first day of school (which, for some reason, is on Thursday.) Thus shall come the ending of the longest freakin' summer of my life. Woo.

For those days, I shall just be chilling as per usual... keeping a low profile... brooding and mooding over things that need not be angsted over. Woo again.

~mEh~

EDIT: On another note, I still have to read Crime & Goddamn Punishment. Crap.  ¶ 11:32:00 PM 1 comments

  SONG OF NOW

Here on these cliffs of Dover
So high you can't see over
And while your head is spinning
Hold tight, it's just beginning

You come from parents wanton
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
Untouched by work or duty

And, oh, my love, my love...
And, oh, my love, my love...
We both go down together

I found you a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor-camps
I laid you down in the grass of a clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing

And, oh, my love, my love...
And, oh, my love, my love...
We both go down together

And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand

Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet, untouched Miranda
And while the seagulls are crying,
We fall but our souls are flying

And, oh, my love, my love...
And, oh, my love, my love...
And, oh, my love, oh my love...
And, oh, my love, my love...
We both go down... together...

~ The Decemberists, We Both Go Down Together  ¶ 8:28:00 AM 0 comments

  DAMN, THIS THING IS OLD



It's the blog's birthday. Two years old. I woulda done something bigger than a picture of a cake, but I just remembered that it was today... actually, I was reminded that it was today. Thanks to the Marc. I'll do something else... later....

More blogging shall ensue later as well.

Out.

~mEh~  ¶ 6:57:00 PM 0 comments

  WARNING: HARRY POTTER SPOILERS... AS WELL AS INTENSE GEEKERY

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BRILLIANCE.



EVEN MORE.

It's really early.

~mEh~  ¶ 3:39:00 AM 1 comments

  BY JOVE!

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  SONG OF NOW

I'm a legionnaire
Camel in disrepair
Hoping for a frigidaire to come passing by
I am on reprieve
Lacking my joie de vive
Missing my gay paris
In this desert dry

And I wrote my girl
Told her I would not return
Terribly taken a turn
For the worse now I fear

It's been a year or more
Since they shipped me to this foreign shore
Fighting in a foreign war
So far away from my home

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevards
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars,
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.

La la la la dam
La la la low

Medicating in the sun
Pinched doses of laudanum
Longing for the old fecundity of my homeland
Curses to this mirage!
A bottle of ancient Chiraz
A smattering of distant applause
Is ringing in my poor ears

On the old left bank
My baby in a charabanc
Riding up the width and length
Of the Champs Elysees

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles it's like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again

If only summer rain would fall
On the houses and the boulevard
And the side walk bagatelles its like a dream
With the roar of cars
And the lulling of the cafe bars
The sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again...

Be back again,
Be back again,
I'll be back again...

~ The Decemberists, The Legionnaire's Lament  ¶ 3:25:00 PM 0 comments

  LIFE BLOCK: PART TWO

Yeah, I haven't used this blog very much recently.

- The new HP book is interesting... it's amusing seeing the 5 and 6 year olds clamoring at the bookstores to buy it, reading the book, and stopping to ask their mothers and fathers what "slut" or "bitch" means. Harry Potter + mature darkness = happy me. And I won't spoil who dies in this one, but... wow. The shockness. And HP fanart shall be flowing from me, once I get over this art block.

- Same day I got Harry Potter, I also got Bleach Volumes 1 and 2 and the July edition of Wired magazine (the clerk at the register was surprised that I would go to Barnes & Noble at midnight for anything BUT Harry Potter...) Bleach is pretty bitchin', and I don't know what took me so long to start reading it. The Wired mag caught my attention, because the cover has an absofuckinglutely awesome Gorillaz spread, with Noodle rocking out on the Guitar, and all of the other members looming in the background. Greatest magazine cover ever.

- Speaking of awesome art, Satellite Soda has been revived, after being down for like... forever. Follow the link in me sidebar, and be dazzled by the gods of comic artistry.

- Insommnia! Haven't gotten more than 2 hours of sleep for the past... 3 days. Fun. Awesome. Today doesn't look any different, because its 12:33 A.M, and I'm spinning around in my chair like a 4-year old on a Cap'n Crunch binge.

That'll do for now.

~mEh~  ¶ 12:25:00 AM 0 comments

  SONG OF NOW

Lately, I've been
Livin' in my head
The rest of me is dead,
I dying for truth.

Make me, fully,
No more left and right,
Come on take my side,
I'm fightin' for you,
Fightin' for you.

Pleased to meet you take my hand,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from here.

Wake me, I'm ready,
Somethin' don't seem right,
I was dreamin',
I was talkin' to you,

Memory, bear me,
Know I've seen my share,
Things I can't repair,
I'm breakin' to you,
I'm breakin' to you.

Pleased to meet you take my hand,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from, here.

Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
Pleased to meet you say your prayers,
There is no way back from here,
But I don't care,
No way back from here...

~ Foo Fighters, No Way Back  ¶ 5:14:00 PM 0 comments

  QUOTE OF THE DAY

First things first: terrorists are fucktards.

Second thing: Marc feat. Old Dude made quote of the day.

richiefrancis77 (12:56:18 PM): oi
richiefrancis77 (12:57:17 PM): ... damn.
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:05:56 PM): what
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:05:58 PM): im not dead
richiefrancis77 (1:06:48 PM): good
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:07:08 PM): but you know what i heard today
richiefrancis77 (1:07:24 PM): wha
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:08:09 PM): this brit guy when i went down to the park to take a picture of the place where i got beat up
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:08:20 PM): older guy chatting with another dude on a bench
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:09:58 PM): "You know all these explosions are very depressing, but we'll carry on like always tomorow"
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:10:02 PM): British steadfastness
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:10:11 PM): the way he set it just made me smile and go
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:10:17 PM): well it made me think
richiefrancis77 (1:10:20 PM): thats because
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:10:22 PM): That's why I love the english
richiefrancis77 (1:10:26 PM): old british dudes are the coolest people ever
TheFlyingCrab123 (1:10:31 PM): they are

Tomorrow will be a better day.

~mEh~  ¶ 7:48:00 PM 2 comments

  SONG OF NOW

In matching blue raincoats,
our shoes were our show boats
we kicked around.
From stairway to station
we made a sensation
with the gadabout crowd.
And oh, what a bargain,
we’re two easy targets
for the old men at the off-tracks,
who’ve paid in palaver
and crumpled old dollars,
which we squirreled away
in our rat trap hotel by the freeway.
And we slept-in Sundays.

Your parents were anxious,
your cool was contagious
at the old school.
You left without leaving
a note for your grieving
sweet mother, while
your brother was so cruel.
And here in the alleys
your spirits were rallied
as you learned quick to make a fast buck.
In bathrooms and barrooms,
on dumpsters and heirlooms,
we bit our tongues.
Sucked our lips into our lungs
'til we were falling.
Such was our calling.

And here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
but I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
and pocket your pills away.
We’re kings among runaways
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.

Among all the urchins and old Chinese merchants
of the old town,
we reigned at the pool hall
with one iron cue ball
and we never let the bastards get us down.
And we laughed off the quick tricks--
the old men with limp dicks--
on the colonnades of the waterfront park.
As 4 in the morning came on, cold and boring,
we huddled close
in the bus stop enclosure enfolding.
Our hands tightly holding.

But here in our hollow we fuse like a family,
but I will not mourn for you.
So take up your makeup
and pocket your pills away.
We’re kings among runaways
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.
We’re down
on the bus mall.
Down on the bus mall.
oh ooh oh...

~ The Decemberists, On The Bus Mall
(I swear to God, I'll pick another band to mooch lyrics off of next time... too much Decemberists)

~mEh~  ¶ 10:19:00 PM 0 comments

  *INSERT 1UP SOUND*

License.

w00t.

And Andrew got transferred to Broughton.

w00t?

~mEh~  ¶ 10:16:00 PM 0 comments

  SONG OF NOW

We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill

You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)

You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)

And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)

"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"

It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)

One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for one cruel deed
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)

"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave

There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"

And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale

(oh..)

Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)

~ The Decemberists, The Mariner's Revenge Song

~mEh~  ¶ 2:54:00 AM 0 comments